Vincent Lowry's Blog, page 3
February 28, 2017
American Vineyard - A book release 15 years in the making...
I’m pleased to announce that American Vineyard is now available for sale on Amazon as both an ebook and paperback! I’m happy this project is now done after 15 years and I can focus on marketing and the next creative adventure. My heart will always hold a special spot for this story. I will actually miss these characters as if they were real life people I could call and visit. They were all fictional, of course, and I cannot do that…but maybe someday down the road, when I’m nose deep in a project I really don’t want to see anymore, I’ll pick up this book and re-discover the many adventures within it.
-Vincent Lowry
American Vineyard – September 1, 2001 to February 28, 2017
American Vineyard
-Vincent Lowry
American Vineyard – September 1, 2001 to February 28, 2017
American Vineyard
February 12, 2017
Care
Stretch, reach, find it
Don't just let it come to you
Because it often won't
Find the ill
The lost and outcast
The stranger at the door seeking refuge
Unfold your heart in ways uncommon
Know that if it's a fight upstream
That it feels awkward
Difficult
Unsafe or impossible
You are on the narrow path
The route you were born to take
The journey to another in need
And when find yourself in the light
Don't be frightened by what you see
As your reflection stands before you
(c) 2017 by Vincent Lowry
Don't just let it come to you
Because it often won't
Find the ill
The lost and outcast
The stranger at the door seeking refuge
Unfold your heart in ways uncommon
Know that if it's a fight upstream
That it feels awkward
Difficult
Unsafe or impossible
You are on the narrow path
The route you were born to take
The journey to another in need
And when find yourself in the light
Don't be frightened by what you see
As your reflection stands before you
(c) 2017 by Vincent Lowry
January 25, 2017
#LucysLetter and #Resist
#Resist
I'm with the National Parks:
http://www.msn.com/en-us/news/politic...
And I'm happy to post this excerpt from my book, #LucysLetter - The Children of the Greenhouse Age
A Letter from the Children of Tomorrow:
A House on Fire Cannot Stand
Many score years will pile as high as a mountain and stretch as wide as a great river in the eras following your generation. The decisions you make during your brief stay on this borrowed planet determine whether that mountain, in the lens of time, is capped with snow and embraced by the beauty of scented evergreens, and whether that river is pure with fresh rain and flowing in abundance for tomorrow’s farms and communities. The statutes and policies you set regarding the health of our shared home is not confined to the age in which you live. Those laws are stones thrown into the lake of Earth’s history. The ripples spread with each succeeding generation—widening, growing, influencing—and become precedence for the subsequent tossed stones of legislation.
If a house divided against itself cannot stand, than neither can a house on fire. You must not turn a blind eye to the smoke signs of rising temperatures, melting glaciers, violent storms, diminishing reservoirs, burning forests. You must look with courage at the emergency which threatens our communal abode, and dedicate an unwavering, immediate focus—united in principle and policy—in snuffing out the peril smoldering in our midst. The hour of action is upon your generation. A newborn flame is manageable, but a mature inferno fed by the winds of denial, delay and indecisiveness becomes unstoppable. The great test of humanity’s fate shall unfold in your lifetime, determining whether the children of tomorrow will inherit the embers of a lost paradise once ample with diversity and beauty, or whether they will live in comfort and peace in a house, a world, saved and preserved.
With love for all,
-Lucy Gold & The Children of Tomorrow
I'm with the National Parks:
http://www.msn.com/en-us/news/politic...
And I'm happy to post this excerpt from my book, #LucysLetter - The Children of the Greenhouse Age
A Letter from the Children of Tomorrow:
A House on Fire Cannot Stand
Many score years will pile as high as a mountain and stretch as wide as a great river in the eras following your generation. The decisions you make during your brief stay on this borrowed planet determine whether that mountain, in the lens of time, is capped with snow and embraced by the beauty of scented evergreens, and whether that river is pure with fresh rain and flowing in abundance for tomorrow’s farms and communities. The statutes and policies you set regarding the health of our shared home is not confined to the age in which you live. Those laws are stones thrown into the lake of Earth’s history. The ripples spread with each succeeding generation—widening, growing, influencing—and become precedence for the subsequent tossed stones of legislation.
If a house divided against itself cannot stand, than neither can a house on fire. You must not turn a blind eye to the smoke signs of rising temperatures, melting glaciers, violent storms, diminishing reservoirs, burning forests. You must look with courage at the emergency which threatens our communal abode, and dedicate an unwavering, immediate focus—united in principle and policy—in snuffing out the peril smoldering in our midst. The hour of action is upon your generation. A newborn flame is manageable, but a mature inferno fed by the winds of denial, delay and indecisiveness becomes unstoppable. The great test of humanity’s fate shall unfold in your lifetime, determining whether the children of tomorrow will inherit the embers of a lost paradise once ample with diversity and beauty, or whether they will live in comfort and peace in a house, a world, saved and preserved.
With love for all,
-Lucy Gold & The Children of Tomorrow
August 30, 2016
All Yours
You came to this world long after my first breath,
unexpected but not unwanted,
and before I could see your eyes,
hear your laugh,
feel your touch,
witness the unfolding of your youth,
you returned home.
I wonder what I can offer you this summer night,
what thoughts I can paint with words,
what love I can transfer into your perfect presence?
Stepping outside, I see the love is already there.
It's in the wind, as gentle as a child's breath,
rustling the leaves of silhouetted sycamores.
It's in the warmth of the air,
an invisible blanket,
wrapping my body in comfort.
It's in the three points of flickering light
at the edge of my gaze,
shining, without doubt, for you.
That limitless,
that eternity,
that beautiful sky...
All yours, angel.
(c) 2016 Vincent Lowry
unexpected but not unwanted,
and before I could see your eyes,
hear your laugh,
feel your touch,
witness the unfolding of your youth,
you returned home.
I wonder what I can offer you this summer night,
what thoughts I can paint with words,
what love I can transfer into your perfect presence?
Stepping outside, I see the love is already there.
It's in the wind, as gentle as a child's breath,
rustling the leaves of silhouetted sycamores.
It's in the warmth of the air,
an invisible blanket,
wrapping my body in comfort.
It's in the three points of flickering light
at the edge of my gaze,
shining, without doubt, for you.
That limitless,
that eternity,
that beautiful sky...
All yours, angel.
(c) 2016 Vincent Lowry
May 3, 2016
Greater Good
If you can read these words
on a screen ignited from within
by a modern day marvel of light
summoned by code...
If you can react to it by using
your finger to speak,
or pass to the next room,
or exit the door to the digital hotel
we've collectively created
in a connected yet emotionally
removed world we shall never
fully inhabit...
If you can place yourself in shoes
atop a mountain a thousand miles distant,
a shore an ocean removed,
a field aglow by a new or retired sun...
If you have the basics,
essentials,
that which keeps the heart and mind
in a clear and steady state,
and still have something to give,
to teach or donate..
Follow the higher path,
the greater good,
elevating two spirits with one act,
finding the core of living,
the center of purpose,
the pulse of humanity.
(c) 2016 by Vincent Lowry
on a screen ignited from within
by a modern day marvel of light
summoned by code...
If you can react to it by using
your finger to speak,
or pass to the next room,
or exit the door to the digital hotel
we've collectively created
in a connected yet emotionally
removed world we shall never
fully inhabit...
If you can place yourself in shoes
atop a mountain a thousand miles distant,
a shore an ocean removed,
a field aglow by a new or retired sun...
If you have the basics,
essentials,
that which keeps the heart and mind
in a clear and steady state,
and still have something to give,
to teach or donate..
Follow the higher path,
the greater good,
elevating two spirits with one act,
finding the core of living,
the center of purpose,
the pulse of humanity.
(c) 2016 by Vincent Lowry
April 5, 2016
Tiny Flame
How that flicker
captures my gaze
in such a delicate hold.
I've seen your gentle dance near the alter,
in hidden corners brightened by your glow,
with angels peering down
upon my unworthy head.
And I've witnessed it on TV,
in the cupped hands of those who stand
in solidarity,
in defiance,
in eternal memory.
And there you are now,
so tiny on my desk,
pure,
casting your warm luminescence
upon my fingers as I finish this poem.
Are my words worthy of your graceful presence?
I think not.
I know not.
A flame is like a perfect circle.
Or a rainbow after an afternoon shower.
Its form is flawless.
Limitless.
Divine.
Light showcased in its greatest glory.
"Tiny Flame" (c) 2016 by Vincent Lowry
captures my gaze
in such a delicate hold.
I've seen your gentle dance near the alter,
in hidden corners brightened by your glow,
with angels peering down
upon my unworthy head.
And I've witnessed it on TV,
in the cupped hands of those who stand
in solidarity,
in defiance,
in eternal memory.
And there you are now,
so tiny on my desk,
pure,
casting your warm luminescence
upon my fingers as I finish this poem.
Are my words worthy of your graceful presence?
I think not.
I know not.
A flame is like a perfect circle.
Or a rainbow after an afternoon shower.
Its form is flawless.
Limitless.
Divine.
Light showcased in its greatest glory.
"Tiny Flame" (c) 2016 by Vincent Lowry
March 3, 2016
Zip It
You can fuss
You can argue
Point or wave
Turn or shout
But one thing is for certain,
A universal truth,
When tears brim in her eyes,
It's time to shut the hell up
Always
You can argue
Point or wave
Turn or shout
But one thing is for certain,
A universal truth,
When tears brim in her eyes,
It's time to shut the hell up
Always
January 31, 2016
Quantum Tearing
Where will our voyages take us
along the horizons of the subatomic,
the quanta of life,
when I witness the power
of the infinitely small strip
away your innate gifts?
It's just a glass, I know.
It always starts with that math,
so simple a concept
that it clouds your mind
every time we put it to practice,
revealing the perfect symmetry of
a chemical equation that overrides
your self-imposed laws.
You cannot outthink this formula.
You cannot outwill what firmly has control
on your mind.
I see the quantum tearing within you,
glass by glass,
line by line,
the beautiful particles thrown into disarray.
You need help, my friend.
This will extinguish your light.
(c) 2016 by Vincent Lowry
along the horizons of the subatomic,
the quanta of life,
when I witness the power
of the infinitely small strip
away your innate gifts?
It's just a glass, I know.
It always starts with that math,
so simple a concept
that it clouds your mind
every time we put it to practice,
revealing the perfect symmetry of
a chemical equation that overrides
your self-imposed laws.
You cannot outthink this formula.
You cannot outwill what firmly has control
on your mind.
I see the quantum tearing within you,
glass by glass,
line by line,
the beautiful particles thrown into disarray.
You need help, my friend.
This will extinguish your light.
(c) 2016 by Vincent Lowry
January 10, 2016
A Few Lines
Let my actions do the telling,
and let your heart be open
the eternal gift of what you desire.
I promise to be that man.
Always.
and let your heart be open
the eternal gift of what you desire.
I promise to be that man.
Always.
November 13, 2015
Beautiful Beacon
When I dive deep in the heavens,
swimming in the constellations of our birth,
I see endless rays of love.
Do you not see it?
Feel it?
The order that binds?
The circle that has always been and always will be?
Dive with me, dear.
Ever deeper in this wondrous abyss.
Following the light of our shared star.
One was made just for us.
Did you know that?
That star forever belongs to you and I.
Our beautiful beacon.
(c) 2015 by Vincent Lowry
swimming in the constellations of our birth,
I see endless rays of love.
Do you not see it?
Feel it?
The order that binds?
The circle that has always been and always will be?
Dive with me, dear.
Ever deeper in this wondrous abyss.
Following the light of our shared star.
One was made just for us.
Did you know that?
That star forever belongs to you and I.
Our beautiful beacon.
(c) 2015 by Vincent Lowry
